I recently read this for my British literature class, and I don’t think a book has ever broken me this much.
Just how hopeless the ending is, all of the characters are slated to die young, and there’s no stopping it. They’re all things just to be used, that’s their sole purpose for creation. And the fact that, for clone standards, they have it good. After it ended, I just felt empty. I kept thinking about how it could be applied to many different groups, honestly kind of wishing we had read it earlier in this semester so I could’ve done my research project on it.
It’s a great book though.
